Mannequin -

A display of plastic vanity

A hollow shell that doesn’t bleed

A clone that’s all alone

A slave to demonizing trends

That defile life but are pretend

A stone that’s sinking slow

Don’t you know

You’re running out of space in which to grow

Your heart turned black cuz

You’re stuck inside the glass

Just like a mannequin

A charade in designer shoes

You’re far too dull to cut the noose

That hangs your head in shame

This showcase of societies

Lust for objects don’t come cheap

You gave your soul away

Don’t you know

You’re running out of space in which to grow

Your heart turnd black cuz

You’re stuck inside the glass

Just lik a mannequin